Chapter 342: The Variable (Part 6)

  With a loud bang, Lancelot's figure knocked away the orcs in front, shattered the magic shield that the Cardinals desperately supported, and crashed into a Scale Ox that was charging towards a swordsman in the distance. His entire body sank into the Scale Ox's body, carrying the thousands of pounds heavy Scale Ox flying sideways for more than ten meters before finally landing and stopping.

  The Scale Ox was already dead. Lancelot stood up covered in blood, and then he spat out another mouthful of blood. That was not ox blood; it was his blood.

  He knew clearly that if it weren't for the Radiant Battleplate attracting the healing power of Universal Redemption, he would have died at least five times. The power of that kick far exceeded his expectations and the Radiant Battleplate's ability to withstand. In the air, the battle armor was constantly breaking and then constantly being repaired by Universal Redemption. His chest and abdomen were also constantly breaking and constantly healing. Finally, after consuming all of Universal Redemption, it basically neutralized the destructive power of that kick.

  Perhaps even a humanoid Moriel couldn't deliver such a kick. That kick had almost unleashed the full power limit that that physical body could achieve.

  "Now, my condition is at its best." Gru pointed at Lancelot from a distance. The two of them were now more than a hundred meters apart. Gru's voice wasn't loud, but Lancelot heard it clearly because he was speaking to him, and he was listening.

  The wounds on Gru's body were still bleeding. The two swords from the Temple Knight before his death were deep enough to reach bone. Like the orcs, he couldn't borrow the healing power of Universal Redemption, and he had also expended too much power just now. Lancelot was certain he must be heavily injured. But at the same time, he could feel that perhaps his condition was indeed at its best.

  His physical body was indeed weakening, but his spirit had been condensed to an unprecedented height. The killing intent and killing momentum, like monstrous waves that killed without mercy and stopped killing with killing, were gone. Even the Battle Qi that had been flourishing to the extreme had disappeared, replaced by a more mysterious and deeper feeling that reached into the soul.

  Gru pointed at Lancelot and beckoned with his finger.

  Lancelot didn't move. If what happened earlier was a duel, he would have already lost, died dozens of times. And he had already seen the situation at the teleportation magic circle.

  "Don't move. Where do you think you're going?" Gru said coldly.

  Lancelot, who was about to take a step, stopped. He had to stop, as a bone-chilling coldness pierced through his spine. The killing intent and momentum couldn't be felt by outsiders, but it had already completely enveloped him.

  As long as he dared to move towards the teleportation magic circle, Gru would absolutely come at him with a faster and more ferocious speed. And he was now completely under the opponent's momentum envelopment. He was completely at a disadvantage.

  "You're too weak." Gru shook his head and said with some regret and some disgust.

  "Weak?" Lancelot was stunned. No one had ever said that to him before, and they said it so naturally that even he couldn't refute it. The person who said this had already completely subdued him with just his momentum. He was indeed "weak."

  "You have too many things on you, Paladin." Gru looked at Lancelot. He didn't pay attention to the battle situation in other places at all. In his eyes, there was only Lancelot.

  "...Indeed. Too many unnecessary things. If I can't win you, there's nothing to say." Lancelot finally sighed deeply. He no longer looked at the teleportation magic circle, turned to face Gru, reached out and unfastened the Radiant Battleplate on his body. He casually picked up a long sword from the corpse of a swordsman nearby.

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  Earlier, he lost because he was working with others, and he wanted to win too badly. He knew that as long as he could defeat Gru, the remaining orc troops would be much easier to deal with. He had too many concerns. He was the only one in The Radiant Citadel who could contend with Gru. He was the spiritual pillar of all warriors, a Paladin. So he couldn't die, couldn't be defeated. He had already thought too much.

  When top experts like them fought, martial skills and equipment were no longer the most important things, and even became burdens. What was important was the spirit and soul. It was a competition of whose spirit was more concentrated, whose soul could burn its own power more thoroughly.

  Without the Radiant Battleplate, the additional effect of Divine Aegis of the Heavens had dissipated. The pain left by the kick to his chest was no longer suppressed, and Lancelot could clearly feel the injury. With nothing but a sword in his hand, he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

  Lancelot suddenly remembered when he was thirteen years old, on a dark rainy night, covered in blood, holding a greatsword and confronting a fierce tiger. At that time, he was also naked, his body had weakened to the extreme, and he had also touched the deepest power of his soul.

  "It's been a long time since I felt this way..." Lancelot sheathed his sword and walked towards Gru. He had no Battle Qi on him, nor any killing intent. He looked no different from an ordinary person.

  Two Ogre warriors noticed that he no longer had armor or Battle Qi, and they charged towards him with a roar. At the same time, five or six werewolf warriors also charged. These were orcs originally gathered around the teleportation magic circle. The Paladin wearing Radiant Battleplate could still make their last rationality hesitate, but now this person suddenly discarded his armor, without Battle Qi or killing intent, undoubtedly like a piece of undefended meat.

  Lancelot continued to walk towards Gru step by step, not fast, but without pause. The distance of each step was the same, and the force of each step was completely identical, without any deviation. His eyes were fixed on Gru, not even glancing at these orcs charging towards him.

  Five or six werewolves suddenly howled in unison. Whether they were running, jumping, or charging, they all fell to the ground like deflated bags, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving. They didn't have many injuries, all just having a very small wound on their throats. Just a throat injury would never make these werewolves fall, but this wound extended all the way to the base of the back neck, perfectly dividing the medulla oblongata in two.

  Lancelot's hand was still resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist, seemingly not having moved at all.

  The two Ogres didn't pause. These two monsters had long been driven mad by killing. The huge spiked maces in their hands were covered with the flesh and blood of swordsmen, and their heavy armor was also smeared with blood, like two flesh-crushing machines emerging from a blood pool hell. Their armor could withstand even axes, and they were completely covered.

  With a loud clang, Lancelot drew his sword and pointed it straight at Gru. He seemed not to have touched the Ogres at all, but those two huge monsters in full heavy armor fell apart into dozens of pieces along with their armor, as if they were toys made of building blocks that had been nudged. A rain of blood fell from the sky, drenching Lancelot completely in blood red.

  If Lancelot had previously been a steady, towering mountain, then now this mountain had become a volcano, an active volcano that was freely spewing its deepest magma, burning everything without any hesitation.

  All the orcs charging towards him stopped and retreated. Such killing intent and momentum were no less than Gru's earlier.

  This was no longer a Paladin trying to find a way to defeat the general of Oufu. It was just two men, male creatures full of fighting spirit and bloodthirsty desire, each wanting to establish their own life on the other's death, and together longing for that feeling of fighting at the edge of life and death, touching their own souls.

  "That's more like it." A smile appeared on Gru's granite-like face. "Come, let my condition become even better."

  Near the teleportation magic circle, it had become chaotic. As soon as the white magic barrier broke, the surrounding orcs immediately swarmed in. Although Lancelot had attracted some of them, the power comparison was still overwhelming. Although the white magic of the Cardinals was exquisite, there were simply too many orcs. Just as the Paralysis Spell immobilized four Ogres, a Cardinal's head was directly smashed to pieces by a werewolf's meteor hammer.

  If it weren't for the fact that another person had just been teleported in through the magic circle, this would have been a one-sided massacre. The arrival of this person happened to ease the situation slightly.

  The person who came was Talise. Just as the magic barrier disappeared, she emerged from the teleportation magic circle.

  Naturally, she alone could not fight against so many orcs, but she had actually brought several Elemental Summoning scrolls. After unrolling them, several tall elemental giants appeared around. Then came a Boulder Blossom and Thunderblast Bomb scroll, and more than ten werewolves and lizardmen were immediately sent flying with flesh and blood under the high-level magic.

  Half was female intuition, and half was because she knew far more than the other Cardinals. When she heard the alarm bells in the grand cathedral of Erathia, she didn't rush to come directly but went to fetch all the high-level scrolls from St. Peter's Basilica before coming.

  Once there were meat shields and close-combat guards, the power of white magic immediately became apparent. Divine Aegis of the Heavens, The Divine Aegis of the Gods, Prayer Spell... a large pile of high-level magic was all cast on the several elemental giants. These summoned creatures barely managed to hold off the surrounding orcs.

  "Sister Aimee? What are you doing here?" Talise discovered Aimee in the teleportation magic circle and quickly picked her up. Aimee was still trembling. The howling of the surrounding orcs and the scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere made her somewhat delirious, and she didn't even recognize Talise immediately.

  A person finally broke through the chaotic battle area of the orcs at this time, passed through the zone created by Gru and Lancelot's original fight from the edge, and rushed to the front of the teleportation magic circle. As soon as he arrived, this person casually cast a scorching fire wall spell, and more than ten orcs were swept into it, burned black and fell to the ground.

  "Bishop Inham, you've come at the right time." someone exclaimed in surprise.

  The Cardinal who had just rushed over nodded, scanned the scene with his eyes, and then immediately discovered Aimee in Talise's arms. He was taken aback, seemingly quite surprised, and sneered with a voice only he could hear: "What luck. I didn't expect to really make it in time."